"Hundred miles of Moyun...!"

"You're finally willing to show up!"

That huge black shadow, the Lord of Immortals, the moment the black sword shadow appeared, a pair of eyes... Revealing a long-lost fighting spirit!

That's right...... Yes, Fighting Spirit!

Yan Feng, the moment the black sword shadow submerged into the body.

The whole person is stunned in place...

"Young Emperor?"

Bingchang saw Yan Feng, who was not moving, and thought that something was wrong with Yan Feng, so he couldn't help but send a voice to Yan Feng and asked...

However, Yan Feng did not reply at all to this Bingchang's transmission, as if he hadn't heard half of it.

Murong Xue, Dao Yue, Feng Le, the three of them looked at Yan Feng's back at the moment...

For some reason, they always feel... At this moment, Yan Feng seemed to have completely changed a person in an instant!

That kind of temperament made the three of them tremble one by one!

From the depths of my heart, the surrender that rises is irresistible in the slightest!

If it weren't for the deep chaos, he would have already knelt down towards the severe wind.

"Let her go...!"

Yan Feng, slowly raise your eyes, these eyes... With the sword intent of Lingrui Heaven and Earth!

The Lord of the Immortals... When he met the gaze of the harsh wind.

The chains that bound Yu Jiao suddenly tightened at this moment.

"Today, I want to use her blood as the first step to pacify your human race and take revenge. ”

The words are settled...

The chains that bound Yu Jiao suddenly had a black aura unleashed!

A killing intent came out of this chain!

Yu Jiao suddenly screamed in pain.

Body... Bloody!

"Gillian!"

Tears flew down Xiao Tuanzi's eyes, looking at Yu Jiao who was bound by chains, looking at Yu Jiao who was covered in blood...

But it's just now!

A black sword light flashed by!

Slash over the chains!

Crashed... Chains, broken!

The chains of the Immortal Lord, that's all... Slash with a sword!

Call~!

A gust of wind passed, and the figure of Yan Feng disappeared in place.

Looking up, a figure appeared in mid-air.

In the middle of the air, in the wind, in his arms, holding a person... Yu Jiao.

"Strict... Brother Yan. ”

Yu Jiao, leaning in Yan Feng's arms... Blood, falling from all over the body.

"With me, just sleep quietly. ”

The figure landed lightly.

Yu Jiao in her arms heard Yan Feng's voice with a smile... He closed his eyes safely, and then fainted.

Shout!

Yan Feng, his body did not move, his head was slightly tilted, and a black gas passed through his forehead.

This black qi cut off the belt that bound Yan Feng's long hair behind him.

Long black hair that is waistless!

Instantaneous, scattered.

Fly in the sand!

The eyes in front of the forehead, the right eye has been covered by long hair, and the left eye... The blood, the wind, swayed back and forth with the hair.

In Yan Feng's eyes, there was extreme coldness.

That's... Killing Intent!

"Fengle. ”

Yan Feng hugged Yu Jiao and said lightly.

Feng Le, who was behind him, heard Yan Feng shouting to himself, and hurriedly stepped forward.

Looking at the harsh wind at this moment, Feng Le was actually frightened, that kind of awe... From the heart.

"Look at her for my good life. ”

Voice, calm, indifferent.

Yan Feng, turning sideways slightly, put Yu Jiao in his arms into Feng Le's arms.

Xiao Tuanzi hurriedly rushed up, hugged Yu Jiao and cried...

"He... What is he going to do?"

"Just now... What happened?!He actually severed the chains of the Lord of the Immortals!"

Murong Xue, looking at Yan Feng's back... Looking at the long flying hair, there was indescribable horror in his eyes.

"Senior Sister Murong, if I were you, I would have forgotten all my doubts, these... Not for you and me to know. ”

Dao Yue, who was beside her, spoke softly at the moment, speaking in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Murong Xue...

Hearing Dao Yue's words, although she was extremely unwilling in her heart, deep down, she wanted to know all this... Know the secret.

But she knows it... What Dao Yue said to her is not wrong at all!

What you shouldn't know... You shouldn't know!

Nor should it be, to find answers.

The answer... If you are not careful, you may take your own life.

Curiosity kills cats.

Work... Do what you can.

"That's..."

Bingchang frowned with consternation!

He is not an existence like Murong Xue and Dao Yue, these two people, the two of them have lived for only a hundred thousand years combined.

100,000 years... In these long years, for the great power, it is only a blink of an eye.

An epoch is billions of years.

Since the era of the Desolate Emperor, three epochs have passed, 300 million years.

Bingchang is a person who existed as early as the time of the Desolate Emperor!

His knowledge, Murong Xue and Dao Yue, is not as good as one in thousands.

What's more...

He was Michi-Aoki's henchman, and back then... Dao Aoki is still the head of the thirteen guards of the Wild Emperor, when the Wild Honor.

He Bingchang is his confidant.

Because he is Dao Aoki's henchman, the rumored Emperor of the Wasteland, Bingchang also knows more than others.

Hearsay...

The sword of the desolate emperor, the sky weeps and the wilderness!

This sword, covered in black and red, blends indistinguishably, as if made in heaven!

The sword rises, and the heavens and the earth weep.

The sword falls, and the nine wildernesses are clear!

But even if it's Bingchang, it's just heard.

Sky Crying Desolate Sword, I've never seen it with my own eyes...!

Even, during the rebellion of Baijiang back then, I had never heard of the birth of this sword.

So... For a long time, the world forgot about this sword, and completely regarded it as a legend that never existed.

As time passed, three eras, and over time, no one knew about the existence of this sword.

But just now...

Although the sword shadow is very fast, Bingchang... I still saw it.

It was a sword shadow.

This sword shadow... It is very similar to the rumored Heavenly Weeping Sword.

Merely!

The sky is crying, and it is the color of black and red.

And the shadow of the sword is inky black.

But... No matter what!

Bingchang looked at Yan Feng's back...

One thing is certain!

After that sword shadow submerged into Yan Feng's body... Severe wind, there has been a change.

Murong Xue and Dao Yue, with the cultivation of the two of them, may not be able to see it.

But Bingchang is in his eyes.

The harsh wind at the moment... In the body, in the soul, and in the spirit, there is a sword intent that spans the nine wildernesses.

This sword intent comes from that black sword shadow!

And this sword intent... It's Bingchang, a sword intent that has never been seen before.

Its strength, its dignity, its indispensable...

In Bingchang's mind, between heaven and earth, this holy realm and nine continents, this endless chaos.

This kind of sword intent can only be possessed by one person!

That's... Emperor of the Wilderness, Baili Moyun!

This man who led the rise of the human race and leveled all races!

And those who can withstand this sword intent...

There is only one person in the world today!

The son of the desolate emperor, a hundred miles of wind!

Yan Feng, raised his eyes slightly, in those eyes... It has a black sword intent.

hands, slowly raised.

A flick, in an instant...

In the hands of Yan Feng, the sky weeps and the sword appears!

The Sky Cry Sword at this moment is stronger than any previous time!

Above the red jade sword body, the inky black sword qi flowed vertically and horizontally!

The two blend together, as if they were one!

[The third watch, after all, caught up... Ha, good night, everyone, ask for a reward]

(End of chapter)